This is terrible! My future prime minister keeps trying to kiss me forcibly.

"Hmm? Okay!"

Ye Xiaoxiao was surprised that He Jing had the idea of ​​taking the initiative to teach her. A smile appeared on her face, and she quickly agreed, afraid that he would change his mind.

Of course, we should seize such a good opportunity.

Maybe it can reduce the corruption value.

The next day, He Jing set up the kitchen table in the yard. The spring sunshine was warm and perfect for practicing calligraphy.

"So you have writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones at home? Why don't you let Wuyou and the other two use them?"

Ye Xiaoxiao asked, puzzled, her eyes filled with inquiry.

"Their handwriting is terrible, it's a waste of paper," He Jing said succinctly, seemingly oblivious to the problem with his words.

“But my writing is also terrible!” Ye Xiaoxiao quickly replied.

"It's alright, at worst we'll just waste a few sheets of paper."

Ye Xiaoxiao: ......

Speechless. You're quite hypocritical.

He Wuyou and his companion, who were still playing in the mud nearby, felt as if a sharp knife had been plunged into their hearts, and retorted defiantly:

"Exactly! Your sister-in-law's handwriting is even worse than A-Yang's! It looks like a dog's crawling, so ugly."

He Jing glanced at He Wuyou with a deep look in his eyes.

"The characters you learn today, you must repeat them one hundred times, not even once less!"

Upon hearing this, the little guy immediately scrunched up a sour face.

unfair!

"Don't be sad, Wuyou. This afternoon, your sister-in-law will go to town to buy each of you a set of writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones."

Ye Xiaoxiao's comforting words immediately brought smiles to the faces of the two children. Sister-in-law is the best! Big brother is too stingy!

He Jing laid out the paper, ground the ink, and picked up his brush to write a large character "叶" on the paper.

Between the horizontal and vertical strokes, there is a sense of open-mindedness, elegance, and freedom.

Ye Xiaoxiao couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "These hands are just too perfect for writing!"

"This is your surname, try writing it down."

Ye Xiaoxiao took the pen, and the familiar feel made her immediately want to write a beautiful and fluent character.

But she stopped abruptly.

Stay calm! Remember! You are an illiterate peasant girl, you don't know how to hold a pen!

"Is this... how you hold a pen?"

Ye Xiaoxiao deliberately picked up the wrong one, giving off an expression that said, "I don't know anything."

He Jing looked at the fair and delicate hands in front of him, a flicker of excitement flashing in his eyes.

Ye Xiaoxiao: Fair and tender like a scallion?

She looked at her hands; she hadn't done any work lately, so of course they were fair and tender.

Unlike before she got married, when she had to do all the hard work for the village chief's family, leaving her hands rough and calloused.

He Jing stood beside Ye Xiaoxiao, raising his arm to grasp her delicate hand. For some reason, his heartbeat began to become irregular.

"He Jing! He Jing, are you there?"

Upon hearing the sound, He Jing paused, quickly clenched his fist and placed it at his side, a hint of regret flashing through his mind.

Just then, Aunt Wang came running anxiously from outside the courtyard.

"He Jing! Hurry! My old man has fallen and tripped. Can you help me drive an oxcart and take him to town to see a doctor?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Xiaoxiao quickly put down her pen and left the courtyard before He Jing.

"Aunt Wang, don't worry, let me go check on the old man first! How did he fall?"

"A few days ago it rained and there were several leaks in the roof. This old man, seeing that the weather was nice, insisted on climbing the ladder to repair the roof. He had only climbed a few steps when his foot slipped and he fell down."

Aunt Wang panicked and almost slipped on the muddy road, but Ye Xiaoxiao quickly helped her up.

When we arrived at Grandma Wang's house, we saw Grandpa Wang sitting on the ground, his wrinkled face looking very painful.

Ye Xiaoxiao rushed over: "Uncle Wang, are you feeling unwell?"

"My leg... I can't move it! Ouch—"

Ye Xiaoxiao carefully examined Grandpa Wang and found that his right shinbone was fractured.

"Uncle Wang, it's alright, I can help you."

"Tch! Trying to put on a brave face! I say, Ye Xiaoxiao, when did you start working as a barefoot doctor?" Aunt Sun stood in her yard, watching the commotion.

Upon hearing that Ye Xiaoxiao could cure illnesses, their eyes widened in disbelief, and their faces betrayed an undisguised sarcasm.

"You've lived in the village for so many years, how come I've never heard of you knowing how to heal people? Could it be that you were tormented by that old hag Zhao Chunxiu before, and became self-taught?"

Aunt Sun never stopped talking, and she said the most unpleasant things.

A sharp glint flashed in He Jing's cold eyes as he looked at Aunt Sun with a chilling gaze that sent shivers down one's spine.

When He Jing looked at her with those icy eyes, Aunt Sun felt her tongue tremble and she couldn't speak.

Passersby stopped in front of Granny Wang's house.

"Broken bones are no joke. Can Ye Xiaoxiao handle this?"

"Yes, Zhao Chunxiu's nephew broke his leg, and I heard he'll be crippled for the rest of his life, with no cure."

"I've never heard of He Jing's wife being a doctor. Grandpa Wang is getting old; if he doesn't hurry to the town, his condition will probably get worse."